The First Sound of My Beat

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                                   Vine leaf

                                   I’m the Sound

                                   Sacrilegious War

                                   Earth Dumb

                                   I’m Alone so I Dream

                                   The Ballad of Grace Lee

                                   The shield

I have to start writing that book. I wanted popularity

and exposure, so people would listen to what I say

and understand me. I wanted to express my feelings

and put them on my book to spread them all around.

                                            Vine leaf

I stand , drink my wine, I fall, I drink my wine, no

one as  ever…no one as ever…wait…why do I write

this, why now I have no contribution. Don’t tell me

…don’t tell another lie!!!…I can’t take another lie. YES!

That why I write, telling my emotions to the world.

No one to love, no one to provoke.

Don’t you love me! Why can’t I be loved!!!

Drenched in blood no one can help me now, no

absolution or salvation!!! 

This cannot be the end of me! I will not be undone

by this…help me! help me father!

Don’t forsake me now. Give me the award of flame

and anguish; do not leave me…isolation…isolation.

We always loved that word why  can’t you ??!!!  

                                 I’m the Sound

I sit and strung my cord as if mad. I sit and

strung it hard and flat. When I seat I do not

speak. only   for the sound of the beat. Neat

fit and treat I cannot be beat, not by the sound

of my sit or the height of my beat. I’m dragged

and sagged. I’m dead and dread the day ill first

breath.  

The nightingale was obscene and cannot be

pristine a sword of thirst and grimm a volume

of unprecedented value.

Ravine and martyr are a hoax and blows up smokes,

for I am unseen I’m the sound in a dream.

Sacrilegious War

Obliged to try and pin point the miss leading

comprehension I couldn’t be more wrong of

 assessment, as should others be weary of,

I’m not a satanic principal concocting the death

of innocent .

I shall not be that stupid, nor not to persuade

my fellow men to be as consistent rebelling,

trifling stifling scent was brought up by the

forceful unforgiving winds.

 I cannot abide such discrepancies nor to take

side with  men how do conjure the all consuming

thoughts of war and death. Their pardons and civilities

will go down unheard deaf ear and blind eyes shall

be their accusatory process.

 Death as they so desirably seek will be their only

solace left as their dead offspring (unborn)  laying

in  the place where they have shed blood. Reprimand.

Atone for sins of distant past.

                                         Earth Dumb

The clutches of eternal slumber resides, co-exists,

dwells beneath our deepest secrets. The hungry

dog thirsts for knowledge yet it eludes our grasp,

leading us to a deep dark hole of isolation and

aloofness.

The cavalry has arrived with none too greet;

a barren waste lays in what was the sea of passion.

Mankind stands tall only on its knees, prays to a

virtual god without consequences.

Inhaling the suffocating air of what was once

called freedom.

I’m Alone so I Dream

I’m deprived and I scream.

I’m alone so I dream

I’m defeat and deceit for

I cannot be obsolete.

Fighting and choosing, cruising or snoozing

I always end up losing. Devoted and extorted

I’m an aboration of coaresion, a reasoning portion,

a measurement of  caution, an entity, deity principal

of distortion.

Denied by pride and defined by my guide I’m

the sun of the stride I’m death to wed, I’m

life to knife.       

you are as much as to fault as me you are

deprived, zealot and riff of sobriety.

                                   The Ballad of Grace Lee

A great many tales were told about Grace Lee,

a true heroine of the south, she’s the most

graceful persona.

A crown of a king doesn’t come as easily and

is not a birth right by any  means you have the

darkness of a thousand suns in yourself, you are

not above the sea of despair and playing you’re

instrument of craziness like a bard of the

old tale you have to love your esteem: that’s a

story of Grace Lee.

The unborn heroine of a nonexistent book

filling up unbridged gaps hate is a commeners

inquiry and applies to royalty and canno’t be

settled like a peace treaty and is a death of social

deprivty.

She’s an epidemy of consciousness and ignorance

and of youth and innocence she’s a persona, a mask

and constent.

Arbitrary shattering of human spirit and uplift for

the most unfortunate soul.

A small town country girl riddend  with a staright

jacket ,she bestows herself with fine clothing. The

brightest light and the darkest night of undiminishing

blackness annonted by the highest.

The day of creation the heavens sung and

the devils song an old tune older than reason,

the concept of man serpentine a libertine of the

sade a rose of the secret.

 Kept beneath us, Grace Lee neither human, nor

Inhuman thy vows shall not be praised in carcasses

of earthly moss.

Do be my sacrifice of choice. Lingering gracious

eyes elude the wraiths. Translucid vagrant is a

mindless drone  concocting unresolved ordeals.

A vile vicious heathen of suffer, the tautened of

Insidious barging Grace Lee is above me I cannot

for see another tale of a Grace Lee.

                                         The shield

Narrow, small , but not dispense worthy my

shield of arrogance was tighter and tighter

forcing me into a corner, the heavy  weight of

suffering, the heavy weight almost lucid, almost

gone.After days of endurance my squire was

deduced into a pile, remained but a shadow of

his former self my sword and shield was barring

 itself on my back like a leech,  …”squire  fetch

me my mightiest steed “, absorbed by desire ,

 inspired by fear and gratitude he

rushed for my utnisles as if mad, as if blind.

The “lance of fate” was a hard carry even for the strongest

of men, only a true hero an exalted one, a decorated one,

would have them rendered, successful in the task. 

The shield made itself in to a fist a merit; none could have

come close to.The squires mask was slowly fadeing .

He crumbled under the lance’s weight, “Are you in need of assistance?”

I marched forward to arms , lifting my squire , his eyes

did not bode well, for he was frightened as a ghost ,

the lords lore was death by the pendulum, I was kind I

was just and waved him away.

Come nightfall the halluring winds approached, I strutted

through the snow, the leaves of Marivil were hastened

towards me, and I cast them away with a single swatt.

My steed showed his fatigue ,my cap, my loyal helmet

abandoned me in spite , my blood was boiling as I reached

my trusty- hot and warm keep.

The door slam shut in my gesture. Lady Mayfair lay as if

lifeless. I hoisted her up,” Are you of well – being my

dear?”She glances at me with her glistening eyes and

uttered “Yes”. I approached her red of a mouth, held her

ever so tightly and kissed her.

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